Showing posts with label good sex gone bad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good sex gone bad. Show all posts

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Singing In The Rain



My cell phone is fucked. When I call voicemail or dial my own number out it calls my friend Paine. I didn't know it was this particular Paine because I get the voicemail message "Hey this is Paine. . ." etc. when I call, and they sound alike, so I wasn't sure it was the cool one until he called me back wondering who the hell has been calling him at all hours. I kept thinking, "maybe it will work this time." No, I have to take my phone to Verizon because they've never heard of a phone doing this. That's a good sign.

Anyway, I was relieved when I realized it was my good friend Paine whom I'd been calling. The other Paine in my phone, whom I going to delete right now, is not someone I'm interested in talking to anymore. He was. . . strange. We hung out a few times several years ago. A typical night would be something like this:
We'd have dinner together then watch some television or a movie. I think anyone over the age of 12 understands that "let's watch a movie" means there's a 90% chance of hooking up. It started normal. Then after he got more comfortable with me after a couple times, he decided to let his freak flag fly. It turns out he had a foot fetish, and he LOVED mine. I have big feet with really long, skinny "fingertoes" that I can use to chimp-style grab things.

I don't know what issues he was working with, but he was all about being degraded. I went along with it once. Okay, well twice, but it's just not my thing. He wanted me to rub my feet on his face, spit on him, call him names, laugh at him, and be generally demeaning. I had to try really hard, because I'm just not a verbal person when it comes to sexy times. And I kind of liked him, so I went along with it. But when it become obvious it would always be like that, I was like, "shut it down."

If that's what gets you off, then cool. Far be it from me to judge people based on their sexual practices. As long as the involved parties are consenting adults, go for it. I've tried some odd things in my young life so far. For one thing, what if it turns out I really enjoy an unusual sexual activity? Then I'd be grateful I'd given it a chance. Secondly, I like to be able to say things like, "yeah, I got peed on once." It just sort of came up in conversation with my guy at the time. He asked if I'd ever done it, I said no, and he asked if I wanted to. I didn't even really think about it. I just said yes. We went to the bathroom and did it. I didn't find it disgusting since we were in the bathtub and about to shower anyway, but I also didn't find it very erotic. I was fine with it happening, but I'm not exactly looking for a repeat. If in the future I'm dating someone, and he really wants to do it, I'll probably do it. However I'll protest somewhat beforehand, and let him think he's talking me into it. What? I don't want to come off as a slutbucket pissqueen.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Real Life Donkey Punch



I was just watching a movie the other day about the accidental death of a girl from a DP. This is like the real version! "American on trial in 'sex game' death." At least the girl who got DPed in the movie was having consentual sex and died right away. This poor girl got a painful love poke, or love slice. That skeezy Italian dude probably boned the neck wound.




http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/01/16/italy.student.kercher.trial/index.html



From Alessio VinciCNN Rome Bureau Chief



ROME, Italy (CNN) -- An American woman and her Italian former boyfriend went on trial in Perugia Friday in the 2007 killing of a British exchange student, with reporters crowding the courtroom as proceedings began.




The cases of Amanda Knox, 21, and 24-year-old Raffaele Sollecito are expected to take months.
They are charged with murder and sexual assault in the November 2007 slaying of Knox's roommate, Meredith Kercher, who died in what prosecutors called a "drug-fueled sex game" with the couple and a third person, Rude Guede.
Guede was convicted of murder in October and sentenced to 30 years in prison. He is expected to be one of about 100 witnesses in the case.
Kercher was found dead in her bed, half-naked, with a knife wound to her neck. In court papers, prosecutors state that Sollecito held Kercher by her wrists while Knox poked at her with a knife and Guede sexually assaulted her.
Prosecutors say they have physical evidence placing the defendants at the scene, and that they gave investigators confusing and contradictory statements about their whereabouts the night Kercher died.
Knox first said she was at the house she shared with Kercher, then changed her story, according to court records.
Sollecito, meanwhile, said he was never at the house, but was at his apartment, watching a movie on his computer with Knox. Later, he told investigators he did not remember whether Knox was with him the entire night.
Defense lawyers are expecteed to argue that the physical evidence was tainted by sloppy police work.
The case will be heard by a panel of eight judges. The trial has drawn more than 140 journalists from 86 news outlets to the courthouse in Perugia, a university town about 185 km (115 miles) north of Rome.
The presiding judge in the case, Giancarlo Massei, barred cameras from the courtroom Friday morning after initial proceedings and said he could completely close portions of the trial dealing with the most graphic sexual assault allegations.
Kercher's family requested the trial be held entirely before closed doors, an option Italian law allows in cases dealing with sexual assault. Prosecutors argued that the case should be kept open, but not televised.
The number of reporters forced court officials to seat some of them at the defense table at the start of the case.
Massei said he would allow a closed-circuit television feed into the court's press room to let reporters who couldn't get a seat watch proceedings -- a feed that would be cut if the case is closed.